Your Personality That Makes Me Laugh,

Your Personality That Makes Me Laugh,

Your Face That Makes Me Think Like Wowww,

Your Lips Make Me Go Crazy,

Your Eyes That Make Me Smile,

Your Body That Makes Me To Dance Like A Fool,

Your Arms Make Me Wanna Hug You,

Your Cute Habit Of Biting Your Lip Makes Me Wanna Kiss You Right Now ...

You Always Make Me Happy...!!! 

I Dont need many lines to descriibe you

I Dont need many lines to descriibe you
All I can say is that, I am nothing wiithout you... 
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If u HATE someone,,

How fantastic humans are...

If u HATE someone,,
U tell it to everyone.....
without any fear,,

But

If u LOVE someone,,
U fear even to tell the loved
one... 

You touched my life in a special way...(*_*)

You touched my life in a special way...(*_*)
much special than what I expected...
though I don't know...
how special I am to you...
but you are always special to me__ 

When I See You, I Freeze.

When I See You, I Freeze.
When I Hear You, I Hush
And When I Smell You, I
Breathe.Because
You Are The Light Of My Eyes,
The Voice Of My Mind And The
Oxygen Of My Heart 

I Don't Care Where We Are.....

I Don't Care Where We Are.....
I Just Care That...
We Are Toghther 

Love Me Now Or Love Me Never...

Love Me Now Or Love Me Never...

But If You Love Me, Love Me Forever.... 

It's Crazy The Way You See

It's Crazy The Way You See
Someone For 2 Minutes And Yet It
Was The Best Moment Of Your
Day.
But It's Crazier When You Find
Yourself
Thinking About That Person For
The Next 23 Hours And 58
Minutes !!

I need your love,

I need your love,
I need your time,
when everything’s wrong You make it right.
I feel so high, I come alive,
I need to be free with you everytime..

Jab Kisi Ki Sacchi Muhabbat Malum

Jab Kisi Ki Sacchi
Muhabbat Malum
Karni Ho To
Uske Gusse Mein Apni
Liye Alfaz Aur
Jazbat Dekho..
Har Us Cheez Ko Tor
Do Jis Ko
Insan Ne Banaya
Hain,
Lekin Insan Ka Dil Kabhi
Mat Torna
.
Muhabbat Sab Se
Karo,
Lekin Us Se Aur Bhi
ZaYaDa Karo Jiske
Liye Tumhare
Dil Mein Tum Se Zayada Muhabbat Ho
Dukh Dene Walo Se
MOhabbat
Karo,
Lekin Muhabbat Karne
Walon Ko Dukh
Na Do....... !!

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We may Shine, we may Shatter,

We may Shine, we may Shatter,
We may be picking up the pieces here on after,
We are Fragile, we are Human,
And we are shaped by the Light we let through us,
We Break fast, cause we are Glass.
We are Glass.
~ Thompson Square

We Never Know Why We Like

We Never Know Why We Like
Someone More
Than Others..
Why We Love Someone Without
Any Reason..
Why We Feel Happy Thinking
About Their Presence..
Because, Some Feelings Has No Explanation
or Definition 

The Teacher is always with us

The teacher is always with us. The teacher is always showing us precisely where we’re at - encouraging us not to speak and act in the same old neurotic ways, encouraging us also not to repress or dissociate, encouraging us not to sow the seeds of suffering… do we retaliate as we have one hundred times before, or do we start to get smart and finally hold our seat?▼

In life of each of us

In life of each of us

In life of each of us
Event takes place,futherance is shaping
The way we act, think ,putting ideas into action
Changing whole world ,which envelops our beings

I am not exception
It happen suddenly without premonition
The fate blew whistle,waking up the brain
I met you in the crazy carousel of circumstances

Infatuation grew into abysmal love
Love ,unfathomable to plant in words
Undaunted by distances impenetrable cluster of the curds
The bodies of the oceans,the mountains 's turrets

I am a new person
Wading the poetry mighty Amazon
Probing the stumbling blocks of prose
Not sure where the imagination takes me
Few years back I did not have clue
You raised me to heights I was panic-stricken to pursue

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Alex Alemany
+Kashif Farhan +Sony Music Entertainment +Sajid Ali Turri +Islamic Republic Of Pakistan اسلامي جمہوريہ پاکستان +Thilo Horn

Accept this flower baby

Accept this flower baby

Accept this flower baby
Blood from my heart saturated petals
It soaking wet ,dripping with a love
Inhale deeply the aroma of my soul
Breath flesh of mine ,quaffing through the petiole
Is all for you to cherish,all of me in this nature's child
Press to the lips ,smothering with it
You'd hear the muffled laughter at
That is piece of mine escaped ,joy
Feeling ,when you touching me

Accept this flower baby
Hold closer to your heart
Now hearing clearly mine beating with a yours intact
One,whole,injured ,but loving

by Margaret Gudkov
art by S.Temelkov

Remember poem

Remember poem

Remember baby poem
One you wrote for me last crux of time
Straightforward affirmation of the love
Care not it is not the sonnet of Shakespeare

No one attempted ever to inscribe
Set in the ink ,let feelings to imbibe
Give meaning to virginity of paper
Infatuated knight of heart with love that does not taper

I give my hand to you
Wrap yours around into solid hasp
Walking side by side the road legions of the couples took
Not many strong enough to tread it till end


by Margaret Gudkov
art by M Parkes

Dream of Genie

Dream of Genie

Weird things can happen in the dreams
What does not fly would soar to the clouds
The animals would start to talk and give advice
The walking trees would hunt you down
Ants become a giants , sending wolves on run

I had dream right from Arabian nights
Old,antiquated lamp was laying on the ground
Woman would never miss a chance to pick it up
Something that shinning brightly on the sun
I tried to clean the dusty cover ,it clicked
The balding Genie came and asked
Who and why disturbed peaceful slumber

I shook from freight responding in the trembling voice
He said don't be afraid ,I'll grant you wishes,three of them
Now tell me what you want,hesitating not
I stepped forward bravely remarked
I want a man who'd treat me like a queen
Love that last a lifetime and if you can
Make me 20 years younger
I made him laugh ,he said ok
I fell from bed this very moment,
Losing the dream in slumber realm

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Jeff Reid

New Babylon

New Babylon

Big Apple on the Hudson

You not biting ,instead it biting you
Displaying walloping saber teeth
The city where poverty and richness
Are close neighbors like Naples with a northern accent
And middle class in the disintegrating state
Crazy,noisy,overpopulated
Polluted air make me gasp for breath
Crowded subway and the buses
Squeezed in between one might of think
He is in tin sardine can with sweat instead of oil

So many nationalities in one cooking cauldron
It certainly remind me of Babylon ,New Babel
As Hebrew called,too many similarities indeed
Enough to go on the street and listen
The head would not digest all muddled language mix
Add tourists to the mess ,you get the picture
Are we New Yorkers also builders of the doomed Tower?
Please God do not experiment on us anew
Is hard enough already been most expensive city in USA
I know,I grumbled plenty about bunch of things
Can add the traffic, prices for the renting , garbage
Overflowing trash cans and the dirty subway tracks
I stop now drawing the grimy painting
And say after all i had to say before
We have Manhattan,Coney island,boardwalk,ocean
Broadway shows ,food out of this world
So the moral goes ,what does not kill you make you stronger
My Babylon without fail enforcing such idea day by day

The peeled pomegranate

The peeled pomegranate
Exposed innards to the world
Wounded vainglory

Pulsating music of the road

Pulsating music of the road

Train's wheels
Pulsating music of the road
The dusting tempo covering the tracks
Wind carrying it in the blue yonder, echo boomeranging back

The pathway lullaby ebbing the ears
Subduing metal's caterwauling sounds
Inviting slumber come and settles in
It's a time for me to enter,shaking my maracas

Drink gossip Mad Hatter serving in the cups
Be outsmarted (in dream only) by Tweedledee and Tweedledum,,weird things can really go out of hand
Cortege of rail-cars intoning gentle whistling

Ain't our life is train,crisscrossing globe?
Some have destination,some lost in foggy Shanghai-La
Poor Yeti wandering the Himalayas ,hunted
So out of place ,so out of time

Train take me to place where happiness is waiting


by Margaret Gudkov